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AS TO EYES.
When sorrow casts upon the world
Her pall of ghastly, ghostly hue,
And when misfortune's darts are hurled,
Oh, give me laughing eyes of blue!
Their coquetry would fain beguile
From sorrow's frowning face a smile.
Her pall of ghastly, ghostly hue,
And when misfortune's darts are hurled,
Oh, give me laughing eyes of blue!
Their coquetry would fain beguile
From sorrow's frowning face a smile.
When mirthfulness and laughter crown
The sports of banquet, song and dance,
Then would I choose the eyes of brown,
The earnest, truthful eyes; perchance
Their solemn glories would recall
My thoughts from levity and all.
The sports of banquet, song and dance,
Then would I choose the eyes of brown,
The earnest, truthful eyes; perchance
Their solemn glories would recall
My thoughts from levity and all.
But, ah, since melancholy, mirth
And dire misfortune every day
Walk hand in hand o'er all the earth,
'Tis red eye that's my choice, I say,
Too much of neither does it bring,
It sort of equalizes things.
And dire misfortune every day
Walk hand in hand o'er all the earth,
'Tis red eye that's my choice, I say,
Too much of neither does it bring,
It sort of equalizes things.
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